She thought that no man who had inherited anything quite so lovely could be anything but content.
Then, as she looked, she was aware that somebody was riding from the house over the bridge that spanned the lake.
She saw that there were two men on horseback.
With a little leap of her heart she was sure that one of them was the new Earl.
There was something about him that reminded her of George and William.
It was perhaps the breadth of his shoulders, the way he held his head high and the experienced manner way that he sat on his horse.
‘That is the Earl, I am sure of it,’ she told herself.
She watched as he and the man with him had reached v the Park and started to move quickly beneath the trees.
Beyond the wood there was some flat ground on which they could gallop their horses.
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